For The Sky To Wander.

Soothe as the wind. 

It blew against me. 

Fate, as they call it.

There were days we were too busy,

But we never knew it to be so soon.

Perhaps so.

Could we live by these seconds.

Where now I suddenly felt the length of the days.

Now without you, now without them.

If there was a joy,

For the flowers to bloom,

For the sky to wander,

I'd do it with you.

If it was meant to share it with you,

I call it happiness.

Tomorrow.

The cars bustles through.

The trains passes by.

The planes soars high.

Where now here without you.

Where I stand by the life's new chapter,

I now notice I am not alone.

Because before my eyes, you're there.

Under my eyelids, you live.

I came across this picture in the internet today.

By far, it is the most powerful picture I've ever seen taken by a Malaysian. 

Today, is 22nd of August 2014. 

Malaysia announced itself in a state of mourning. Flags are flying half-mast. Shops, retail stores tuned their music lower than usual. Wherever I walked today, I've seen quite number of people wearing black shirts as a sign to support to stand for the nation's state of sadness. 

So I went to the Friday prayers. After the sermon, there was tahlil and everything. I had nothing to hurry and much time to spare, so I did joined them. 

Should I say, maybe it is these kinds of things that made us mature, that made us realize how strong are we standing as one nation.

I woke up as usual, early in the morning and turned on the TV to watch the live telecast of the procession. Writing over here is only what my eyes, ears, heart and mind perceives. Though I wasn't there at KLIA, the feel is that heavy, even when you're only sitting at your couch at home.

That morning was all grey. Even watching throughout the television was already too much to bear. The commentator on TV3 talked about his dear friend, his name and his words that he remembered. His voice was as though he was holding off his tears and his sorrow. 

They also showed Malaysia Airlines staff and their crew members to the scene. As the soldiers proceed to march carrying the coffin, some of them broke to tears. It was just tonight I watched the news interviewing with one of the stewardess' who was a friend to another stewardess on board.

Seeing them, missing each other. Seeing them, tears that couldn't be hold on anymore. She was recalling moments with her dear friend, her memories. That already is, probably couldn't be written in such words to describe how heavy this tragic incident was.

Although I do not have any relatives, nor anyone I knew well so much to little on board, it is as though something felt incomplete 

Having to imagine those on board wanted to celebrate Raya in Malaysia, seeing their families & loved ones is even more saddening. 

Did they had the chance to do so?

I don't know. It is difficult question. 

I have previously flown with Malaysia Airlines. I remembered the warm faces and smiles of the stewardess & steward on board. The stewardess lovely smile was some kind of a relief for our worries, how safe are we going to be.

As a kid back then, I used to be in awe when I saw the pilots dragging their suitcase, walking straight-up in a confident manner. That was why, I wanted to be a pilot back then. But God fated me in another place, as He had another plans for me. 

That is as far as I could say, how I was "related" to this event.

Kudos to the Armed Forces for the pallbearing session.

Al-Fatihah.

Asyraf Amir. 08222014.